Sure enough, in the next second, the bullets fired here stopped, and the figure of the white man also retreated to the rear.

Lacey breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this, and was just about to move to Luo An's side, but saw Luo An like a pitch-black cheetah, jumping and galloping flexibly in the direction of the other party's shot, and approached at great speed.

Glancing at the ground with complex terrain, shelves and all kinds of messy items, and then looking at Luo An's disappearing back in an instant, Lacey and several SWAT team members suddenly had doubts on their faces:

Wearing so much and having so many obstacles on the ground, how did he run so fast?!

Glancing at the cluttered obstacles in the warehouse, Roan's mind instantly sketched out the best route to the side of the enemy's hiding place.

Then the power in his body exploded, and Luo An rushed forward in the most suitable posture and rushed towards his target location.

The sound of the concussive wind sounded in his ears, and a strange energy burst out from his abdomen, and Luo An felt that his heart was like a high-pressure water pump, continuously shooting energy to all parts of his body.

"Damn the FBI!"

Because of the SWAT team members who appeared on his side, there was a tendency to surround him, and the white man cursed a few words to the guy who gave the order, and then immediately retreated to the back shelf.

He doesn't panic because he has a back hand.

At the very back of this warehouse, there was a crafting table, where there were quite a few bombs he had just finished.

As long as he ran there and came into contact with the bombs, the SWAT members would have to obey his orders and leave the building.

And there are other exits to this factory, and he believes that he can take advantage of the opportunity to escape smoothly.

As soon as the white man turned around, he suddenly heard a whistling wind behind him.

Turning his head, he suddenly saw a pitch-black figure rushing towards him like lightning.

“Fu-k！ What monster?! ”

The white man's eyes instantly showed shock and horror, and he subconsciously prepared to raise the gun in his hand and pull the trigger at the figure.

But as soon as he was about to raise his pistol, the right hand of the pitch-black figure suddenly burst into a dazzling light in the darkness.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three gunshots rang out, and the white man instantly felt a sharp pain in his right hand holding the gun, as well as his two thighs.

But before the white man could scream, Luo An's pitch-black figure had already rushed in front of him, and his powerful right foot kicked the white man's chest.

Bang –

A sharp pain came from his chest, and the white man flew out upside down in an instant.

After smashing down a few shelves, the white man was lying in a pile of goods, his body shook, his head tilted, and he fainted instantly.

“Fu-k！”

"Thank you!"

“Jesus！”

The total time for Luo An to rush here, shoot and kick people was only a few seconds, and the position was encircled, and several groups of SWAT team members who were lucky enough to see the whole process were suddenly full of astonishment and screamed.

Then he looked at Luo An's gaze in awe.

The United States is a country where the rules of the jungle and the law of the jungle are written on the surface, such as school violence incidents that bully the weak, and the social phenomenon that quarterbacks generally have many girlfriends.

Reverence for the strong is a habit for some Americans, especially in violent institutions like SWAT.

Luo An's speed, strength, and marksmanship instantly conquered this group of SWAT players.

Seeing the amazed eyes of the group of SWAT players, Luo An smiled and waved his hand, and then hurriedly walked in front of the white man to check the other party's face and injuries.

The white man is none other than Lindello Jacob.

Just then, Lacey walked over quickly.

She was also shocked by Luo An's actions just now, but she also made a good discovery just now.

I saw Lacey walk up to Luo An, take out a notebook from behind her buttocks, and say with a serious face:

"Ann, I just found a computer not far away.

I took a closer look, and the computer was filled with emails threatening Congressman Mattei. ”

“.”

Seeing Lacey's movements, and thinking that she could always magically pull out a bunch of cosmetics before, Luo An was silent for a while.

After a long time, he raised his head and asked with a serious face:

"There's a question I've always wanted to ask you, Lacey."

"What's the problem?"

"Where the hell did you hide your belongings?"

——

In the afternoon of the same day, Investigation Team No. 5, interrogation room.

Lindello was in a wheelchair with a bandage, his uninjured left hand firmly cuffed to the table in front of him.

The door to the interrogation room was pushed open, Roan was holding a cup of coffee, and Mona walked in with a laptop.

The two sat down on the chair opposite Lindelho, and when Mona was ready, Roan grinned:

"Good afternoon, Lindelho."

Lindello didn't speak, his face was pale, and his gaze at Luo An was unusually cold.

“OK。”

Luo An took a sip of coffee without care, and then stopped talking nonsense, and asked directly:

"Tell me, why did you kill Congressman Mattei?

Also, how did you get the bomb into the Jacobs Federal Building? ”

“Fu-k you！ I didn't kill Congressman Mattay! ”

Hearing Luo An's words, the corners of Lindello's mouth twitched, and then he roared loudly:

"I didn't do that bombing! I had no idea what that was going on! ”

"Really?"

Luo An raised his eyebrows and turned his gaze to Mona, who immediately turned the laptop in her hand when she saw this, and said in a cold voice:

"We found a bunch of bombs made of the same material as the bomb in your warehouse.

And in your computer, you found an email that insulted Congressman Mattei and claimed to kill him with a bomb. ”

Hearing that the bomb material in the bomb was the same as the bomb he made, Lindro's pupils suddenly shrank.

After a few seconds of silence, he shouted:

"Those emails aren't called abusive, OK? That's called satirical art! ”

Luo An waved his hand: "The kind of show 'Saturday Night Live' should be called satirical art, you are pure insults and threats." ”

Lindello was furious: "You"

"Don't shout so loudly, Lindro."

As soon as the other party's words began, Luo An stretched out his little thumb and plucked his ears, and said with a smile:

"The doctor said you had a serious chest injury, and you kept shouting that you might bleed later."

“.”

Hearing this, Lindero's face instantly turned red, and his lungs were about to explode.

Son of, than eating!

Why does my chest hurt? It's not because of you!

"Alright, Lindeloz."

After taking a sip of the coffee on the table, Luo An's face instantly became serious, his hands crossed in front of him, and he said coldly:

"Now, the bomb, the mail, and the two key pieces of evidence we've found in you.

If you still insist that the bombing has nothing to do with you, give us a reason that will convince us!

Otherwise, when you go to court, do you think the jury will believe you? ”

"Me"

Hearing this, Lindereau, who had been studying in prison for a period of time, instantly darkened his face.

The interrogation room was quiet for a moment, and seeing that Lindello lowered his head, his face was red and white for a while, but he just didn't speak, Luo An slapped the table for the last time and said lightly:

"Congratulations, Lindelho, this is first-degree murder.

I wish you every happiness in prison for the rest of your life. ”

“No！”

Seeing that Ann and Mona were about to leave the interrogation room, Lindello cursed to himself in a low voice, and finally whispered:

"I have proof, I know who did this!"

Hearing Lindero's words, the corners of Luo An's mouth hooked slightly, and Mona also showed a smile in her eyes, and at the same time, she gave Luo An a thumbs up in the direction that Lindello couldn't see.

(End of chapter)